It is over 90 degrees here in greater Detroit, Michigan.  Last week we wore long sleeves, pants, and hoodies.  We fought over the bedspread to stay warm.  That was last week.  Now, we are in for it.  This reminds me of our six year stint in Southwest Florida.  By April I could cook a full meal on the hood of my car.  Lizards stood on alternating feet, two up and two down, over and over again.

But, I digress.  My husband just came home from the grocery store.  He had his hands on the last box of sugar free popsicles.  A woman behind him said, “I need these.”  My husband looked at her and said, “Oh, really?  My wife needs them more.”

Then my husband saw a very big man, forty something, leaning against his cart, sweating and ill.  My husband asked him, “Are you okay, bud?” The man said, “I can’t remember what I am supposed to get.”  He had a far-away look in his eyes.

“How do you remember?”  he asked.

“I have a list…”  my husband offered as advice.

“Your wife help you with that?”  the man asked.

“Yes.” my husband answered.

“So, that helps doesn’t it?  A list.”

“Yeah, and a wife.”  my husband said.  Once in another aisle my husband laughed his ass off.